Enoch only looked up at him, as if studying his face to see if the older man meant it. “I love you.” Enoch seemed surprised at this, but finally managed a smile back. Hamden gave the boy a kiss goodnight, and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Eliza was sat at the table, the mug of beer clasped in her hands, and the uneaten dinner prepared on the table. It was already in the wee hours of the morning, and she couldn’t sleep. Well, for one there was the issue that Hamden had taken Enoch to sleep in their bedroom, on their bed. But the second issue that was keeping her awake was that she knew very well what was going on in that bedroom, and she wasn’t doing anything about it. Eliza sighed. Her marriage hasn’t gone the way she had imagined it. She had been only seventeen when she met Hamden, just a little older than Julie was right now, indian and had been immediately entranced by the soldier seven years her senior. He was smart, brave, handsome and charming, and he took such a great interest in her then that she could not say no when he had proposed. But how times had changed. He had not looked at her the same way since they’d both grown old, and his eyes had been wandering, to other, younger women at first, and then to children, and finally to only the boys. Eliza knew it was wrong of course, but what could she do? Hamden had always been one to beat her whenever she stepped out of line, and so she had learnt early on how to be a dutiful wife. Whenever Hamden would spend the night with Enoch, Eliza would just sit out here, waiting, thinking, listening to her husband be pleasured by another. She heard his grunts and groans as he climaxed, and would always scold herself for just sitting idly by and allowing it to happen. What he was doing Hardcore was wrong, and she knew it had to stop. The door creaked open finally and Hamden stepped out, sleepy and yawning. It was time for him to wake, he had to wake everyday before the sun rose as all fisherman have to, and she would then carry Enoch to his own room, and scrub and clean him before tucking him into his own bed to continue resting. Eliza would also normally already have breakfast prepared for Hamden, as was the duties of a faithful wife. But not today. Today she would stand up to Hamden. “Hamden.” Eliza said as she stood up. Hamden was still yawning and rubbing his eyes, but she knew the conversation had to happen. “We have to talk.” I glanced at indian my sister—my wife—and grinned at her, my lips sticky with her juices. Then she pulled it away and leaned down. “Pink.” The girls finally took me to bed, dressing me in pajamas I'd never worn since I had left home, the girls wore nightgowns, Jennifer's, and just lay close to me through the night. There was no chance to stop the impending orgasm as she burst into the first stall she came to. They both smile. Till I was waited on, my pussy was wet and blushed at the thought of my juices running down my legs for all to see. I WANT TO FUCK YOU AGAIN," She announced. Dawn's hand shot down to her cunt and she plunged three fingers deep inside her needy cunt. She knew that I had eaten it while she was in the bedroom playing. I have never felt a pussy this good before. the felling the taste just in heaven. Even though she didn't have custody for her kids, she still was pumping her breasts for them, and me. It seemed to be our only fetish. I’m here for you sis.” Shawn caught her grabbing her hair stopping her. He was teeing up the teasing ball for me to take a swing at. She was in a long skirt so I could feel her butts properly with both hands. I knew that we wanted it never to end, but neither of us was built for that. Peter received their drinks that he had ordered on the way past the bar and settled down next to me suggesting that Sally had only mentioned the threesome as it was a pet fantasy she had had for quite a while but had never acted upon. “Please make love to me now!” She slammed into me, her large breasts rubbing into me as she plunged my asshole, my bowels squeezing Hardcore about her, my moans echoing throughout the little alcove. With more nooks and crannies than an English muffin, the face of the misty giant glowed brightly against the pastel blue-gray shadow canyons carved into the contours of the thunderhead. She pointed at the chesterfield. My cock was standing up pointing at the ceiling again. “Michael I do understand what you are asking. Her brown eyes darted around. "How am I supposed to trust you. That's so hot!”